Happy Father’s Day Babe. Who knew I was getting so lucky when Maury pulled your name out of that envelope. Love always, your Baby Momma.
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Have you ever seen a baby with a pacifier in its mouth smile? The paci (as it is commonly known in our house) tilts a bit and you start to see the edges of her lips curl up until finally the paci drops to the floor and the smile becomes full born. It is a pretty great moment seeing a smile like that and we can’t seem to get enough of it these days. Our 15 month old little girl is bursting with new smiles, new words, and new personality every day. Seeing a smile being born is totally sweet.
I think I need to get an official ruling from the judges on something. What is the line of demarcation between “thank you for holding the door open for me” and “great, now I have to rush to get to the door because I am making you wait.” I am thinking it is around 10 feet but we have all been there before. You step inside an elevator or walk into a door and you know there is someone not too far behind. Do you stand there holding the door like an idiot realizing they are still several steps away and see their pace quicken in obvious frustration that your intended kindness just flipped on its ear and now they feel rushed because you are waiting on them? Or do you risk having the elevator close in their face as you fiddle with your phone to avoid eye contact while you are safely inside? I have even experienced the awkwardness of holding a door open and realizing the person was farther away than originally thought and had them shout to me to “go ahead, I’ve got it.” Or even better is holding the open door on the elevator just to have that person walk right by. Yep that makes you feel like a winner, might as well just accidentally lean into the alarm button then step off on the wrong floor and look around before shamefully baking back in to complete your elevator trifecta.
Sorry if my attempt to do a nice thing and show that chivalry is alive and well caused you to feel rushed. I guess me (a total stranger) standing there like a doorman as you walk all the way across the parking lot is a bit unsettling. When kindness backfires it is totally weak.